skating and looking smitten with each other
and a cute still photo of us
clinking mugs of hot chocolates
off the ice
where I can really
zoom in
on the product
on my cheeks and nose.
I brought my tripod, clicker, and selfie stick
—so we should be good to go.
All in all, I think we can get this done in an hour.
I’ve got a ton of homework to catch up on
so the earlier we wrap, the better.
Sound good?
Yeah—I understood a lot of those words individually
but as a whole, I’m lost.
I pull into a parking spot by the rink
and turn to face Lyric.
Maybe if I can get some eye contact
this will all start to feel
less forced and awkward.
What the hell is a “cold girl” look?
Lyric rolls her eyes—
as she gathers up her gear
and as instructed
Idon’trush
to open her door for her.
Her attitude is starting
to piss me off.
How am I supposed to know
